"Not just a pretty face are we?" You growl softly, I look up at you as you are seeming to tense up already. You take your cock out of my mouth, lookin... slightly surprised. You smirk a little. "It's always the innocent ones that give the best head." I feel slightly proud of the comment, but I'm knocked quickly out of my moment as I'm lifted to my feet. "Lie on the bench for me." I sit on the bench about to lie down. "Quickly!" You bark as I snap out of it and lie down. You part my legs and kiss. I can only recall our good times. Were they ever real? Or is this an unconscious attempt by my mind to protect me from the pain of loss?Anger-We are told Anger is a common response when faced with significant decisions in which a person has little or no perceived input and will have a potentially negative effect. These circumstances often generate feelings of helplessness, which can fuel an individual's anger. But I was not prepared for the white hot anger that blotted out even my vision. A. Then she disappeared again and returned for the third time. This time she had her latex corset and pants. She sat down on the coffee table and spread her legs. “What do you think? Shall I take them all?” I didn’t reply, I just slipped off the sofa and dived between her open thighs to be greeted with a very wet pussy on my mouth. “Fuck me, please, now.” Was all she said. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans, pulled out my throbbing cock and slipped straight into her. I came very quickly and filled her. I have no idea about her in filthy manner.Ok one fine day my sister had got cow milk which is called as Junnu( at the time of delivering the calf that milk comes) i had taken that to her house, sorry to say that her husband is in BALASORE in a company ,what happend is as because of the intimacy i had gone directly to her home. i was stunned that she is penetrating the carrot into her pussy i was shocked , she had held her nighty down and she was ashamed i said sister please take this, she had.